![]() ![]() "Goodnight, child." he lays down next to Octavio, and looks at Ajay's social media. Elliott scooped Octavio up, and he laid his limp, tired body onto his bed. Elliott opens the door slightly, and there laid the normally hyper Octavio. "Oc.Octav.io?" Elliott mummers, and he looks at the time. " ELLIOTT! Elliott." Octavio's voice fails to be loud, and you could hear him, sliding off the wall. He was ignoring him, what type of friend would do that? No. 'El! Are you okay? Por favor, Elliott.'Įlliott's eyes tear up, getting hurt for ignoring Octavio he was his best friend. I miss you, I'm concerned, please just send a text, anything.' ![]() 'Estoy preocupado, Elliott? Di algo por favor' Elliott stayed on his bed, looking at the text messages Octavio sent. say something." Octavio would say every few minutes, checking on Elliott. He changes, and he peeks through the bottom part of the door, Octavio was still there. I can't even try going a day without faking that. "ELLIOTT! I DIDN'T COME FOR YOU TO HIDE AWAY FROM ME! ELLE, PLEASE!" He cries and falls against the door, and on the other side, was Elliott against the wall. He tries opening the door, and he starts banging against it. "Wha.what?" Octavio walked a little closer to Elliott, in which, out of anger, Elliott took off his bartender apron and threw it into Octavio's face as he stormed off into his room, locking the door. "You can't be sorry that you love someone, alright Octavio? Or are you just trying to mess with my feelings?!" Elliott screamed before he quickly covered his mouth. for whatever I did." Octavio looks down at his metal legs, and Elliott turned towards him, with hatred and disgust. He kept the door slightly opened, so Octavio can enter. Elliott stood up and lazily opened his front door, and Octavio waited at his door. "Why won't you talk to me, Elle?" Octavio pouted. "Te extrañe Elliott!" He started to cry slightly, and Elliott awkwardly tried sitting up, rubbing his eyes. "ELLIOTT?!" Octavio lunges towards Elliott, who falls onto the ground, and Elliott looks away, turning a bright cherry, red. Once they saw face-to-face, they both stammered backwards. He looks down at him, not able to tell who he was due to his long hair falling on top of his despaired face. As he knocks, and knocks, hours disappear until it's 11:00 P.M.Ī man walking nearby with a bartender apron approaches Octavio. He sat along against the wall, every minute or so, knocking the door, so gently, so nervous, he couldn't hear himself knocking. "Elliott?" He whispered, knocking on the door ever so daintily and scared, like not trying to disturb a bear during hibernation. It was an inside joke between Elliott and Octavio. While he walks up the stairs, he stops and thinks: He approaches a slightly shady building, a apartment complex, and turns the knob. He walks into a bright, sun-filled neighborhood, with kids playing on the streets, and dogs running after balls. By passers on the street stared at the stressed man oddly. Why isn't Elliott responding? He has absolutely no reason to ignore me!" He yelled. He was sick of this, so, he put on his sweatpants, a loose tank top, and heads out the door. Octavio laid on his bed, stalking both Elliot and Ajay's social media's.
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